Amitabho Sengupta Poems

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To My Deity

Alone thou sat before me with tears in eyes bright,
At the dead silence of the forlorn night in lunar light.
Softly casting thy magic spell unbeholden thou were,
With thy bare finger and almost dishevelled hair.

A Beauty With A Smile

That distant lady now so nearby my heart,
Once she was not at all familiar to me to hurt.

Somehow, she seems so near and in my breath,

Ode To Clouds

Oh Clouds!
Do shower on my soul;
'Cause I desire to be drenched with lol-
Being engrossed in my happy dale of vital role.

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